Tomb robbing: The survivors of the ruins will live forever from Pingshan

Then read through the county annals of Gulan County.

He also went to Longling in person to search for Longdian acupoint.

Finally, it was determined that there must be a big tomb hidden under the dragon mountain.

It's just the Panshe Slope area.

It is inhabited all year round.

He never found a chance to make a move.

At that time, a large fish weighing several thousand kilograms emerged from the Yellow River.

The fish head alone is as big as a ship.

Fishermen are said to be the River God and the Water Dragon King.

As soon as this rumor spread, fishermen and boat owners on both sides of the Taiwan Strait suddenly felt like they were mourning for their heirs.

Even the Dragon King is dead.

How dare they go into the water 190?

Jin Abacus saw the right time and pretended to be a fortune teller, saying that the Dragon King did not die, but was reborn and became a real dragon.

He also said that the remains of the river god could not be allowed to be exposed in the water.

So he paid people to drag the skeleton of the Ironhead Kingfish out of the water.

Then he was even more blunt.

He looked at the topography and feng shui of the entire Gulan County, and found that only the Longling area was the most suitable.

That's why it's in that remote place.

A Dragon King temple was built.

Chen Zhao saw shock on his face.

The old man thought that the young man was shaken inside.

I want to visit the Dragon King Temple.

"It's a pity that the old man is old. Otherwise, I have to take you there today..."

The old man is already in his sixties.

He is quite old these days.

After fishing all your life, you will never be able to rest until you are old.

In addition, my wife has been ill these days.

No money for medicine.

I could only drag my body to the river to see if I could catch a few fish in exchange for some money.

"Thank you, old man."

"Be careful, the current is strong."

talking room.

Chen Zhao placed the sampan and the fishing net on the shore.

Turn around and walk towards the ferry not far away.

He got on his horse and patted the horse's back.

In the neighing sound of Xilulu.

One person and two horses left quickly.

The shadow disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The old man was full of surprise. It was not ordinary people who could afford horses these days, let alone two such tall horses.

"Old."

"It's better to hurry up and get into the water."

The old man gently tapped his slightly painful lower back and laughed at himself with a wry smile.

He leaned over to pull the sampan.

But I haven't put my hand on it yet.

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

The cloudy eyes widened even more.

Under the sampan... there were actually two pieces of silver.

He suddenly thought of something.

When he turned around, he opened his mouth to call out to the young man just now.

Only to find that he had already disappeared from sight.

now.

Along the ancient path of the ecliptic.

Chen Zhao ran quickly all the way.

Dust was rising behind him.

But the plot of Longling Labyrinth kept flashing through his mind.

If I remember correctly.

There is a Dragon Bone Book hidden in that Western Zhou tomb!

At that time, King Wen of Zhou used the innate sixteen hexagrams to divine the Muchen Pearl.

Finally got some extremely shocking news.

But he didn't dare to grow.

Instead, he wrote the secret on the tortoise shell of Fengming Qishan, four pieces in total.

"It seems... if there is a chance to come back from outside the customs."

"I can try entering Longling."

Chapter 62 Iron-headed Dragon King, do you dare to try to lift the boat?

Thinking room.

A burst of noise reached my ears.

Chen Zhao looked up.

I saw a ferry that was much larger than before standing on the river bank.

It should be the West Wind Crossing that the old man mentioned.

At this moment, there was a sea of ​​people there, almost to the point of being crowded together.

behind the crowd.

You can still vaguely see an ancient temple.

It should be the River Temple.

We walked all the way to the shore, found a tree, tied the horse,

Chen Zhao then walked towards the crowd.

There is a three-story offering table on the ferry.

Three ritual animals, copper stove and incense.

Everything for worshiping gods is available.

at the moment.

The opera troupe was singing by the ferry.

Listening to the tone, it should be the most famous Qin Opera in northern Shaanxi.

Everyone around them listened with great rapt attention, and cheered loudly from time to time.

Ordinary people talk.

Chen Zhao could barely understand.

But right now, the Qin opera tune is really obscure to him.

After listening for a while, I just felt confused.

He reached out and patted a young man next to him who was about the same age as him.

"Brother, what are you singing?"

"Flame Pony..."

Although he is young, he is not impatient at all.

On the contrary, like the old farmers and fishermen around them, they listened with great interest.

There are very few entertainment activities these days.

It's also the time of festivals and temple fairs.

It's fun to listen to Bangzi accent.

What's more, it's just a few rich gentlemen who spend money to hire a troupe.

Otherwise, how could there be such an opportunity?

"It's the story of selling water."

Seeing that he had an unfamiliar face and was dusty, the young man guessed that he was a foreigner.

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